January Wrapped

The sky is crumbling into millions of paper dots
the wind blows in my face
so I duck into my favorite barber shop
and listen to Vivaldi and look in the mirror
reflecting the shopfront windows, Broadway
and 104th, and watch the dots blown by the wind
blow into the faces of the walkers outside
& here comes a thin old man swaddled in scarves,
he must be seventy-five, walking slowly,
and in his mind there is a young man dancing,
maybe seventeen years old, on a June evening —
he is that young man, I can tell, watching him walk

January is like that, isn’t it? Well, it’s over now so it can fuck off. So much rain. So much darkness. So much booze. Lordy. But then there was the music which made me feel like a young man dancing on a June evening, for are we not men?

Our ALBUM OF THE MONTH comes from the wonderful beißpony, its called Beasts and Loners and it’s fucking brilliant.

Today is St. Brigid’s Day (or the pagan festival Imbolc) here in the emerald isle. Imbolc celebrates the arrival of Spring, of longer, warmer days and the early signs of new life. The word Imbolc means literally “in the belly” in the old Irish Neolithic language, referring to the pregnancy of ewes.St. Brigid is the patron saint of babies, blacksmiths, boatmen, cattle farmers, children whose parents are not married, children whose mothers are mistreated by the children’s fathers, Clan Douglas, dairymaids, dairy workers, fugitives, Ireland, Leinster, mariners, midwives, milkmaids, nuns, poets, the poor, poultry farmers, poultry raisers, printing presses, sailors, scholars, travelers, and watermen. No musicians, but what the hell. Covers just about everything else.